Written (indirectly) for this prompt from the Quinn/Artie Forum:

"Get out of my head!"

In my oneshot, "I'm in Your Brains," I had five little scenes, all related to this prompt.

I had a request to write a oneshot for each of the scenes, and so...here we are! Reading "I'm in Your Brains" isn't required for these to be understood, but I think everyone should read everything I write anyway, so...

Here we go! This story will have five chapters...each containing one of the scenarios. For some, the original scenario may be left in its entirety, while others might be chopped up a bit.

I know...wordiest pre-story author's note ever. SORRY!

For as long as Quinn and Artie had been living together, Quinn had always marvelled at Artie's socks when it was her turn to do the laundry.

At first, she thought he must have caught one on something, but as more and more socks with holes in them started turning up, she began to wonder what was going on.

She kept meaning to ask him, but it never seemed to be the right time. But, then, is there a right time to talk about socks? Or is that just one of those things that you talk about whenever, wherever?

One day, she was sitting on the couch reading the book, when she spotted their dog, Bailey, trotting through the living room, something white poking out of her mouth.

"Bailey," she said, following him into the kitchen. "Drop it!"

As soon as she saw Artie's sock lying on the ground in front of her, the mystery of the sock holes was solved.

"Babe, I really think you need to get some new socks the next time we go shopping," Quinn said, as they were lying in bed one evening watching tv.

"Get out of my head! I was just adding those to my mental shopping list two seconds ago," he said. "How did you know?"

"Well, maybe the fact that I can see your toe sticking out of your left one has something to do with it," she said, sitting up.

He grinned. "Yeah. I don't know how that keeps happening. I mean...it's not like my socks see much floor action, or anything like that."

Quinn giggled. "Well, maybe if you'd stop letting the dog playing with them, they'd last longer?"

"But he just looks sad when I say no," he replied. "It's just...I can't have him sad!" he added, pointing down to the floor, where Bailey was fast asleep. "Wait, how did you know about that?"

She rolled her eyes. "If it's like this with the dog, I can't wait to see how it is when we have kids. And how did I know about that? I caught him playing with one in the kitchen!"

He grinned. "Well, I wouldn't let our kids chew on my socks. Unless they really, really wanted to."

She grinned back. "That's not going to happen."

"It might!" he said, biting his lip to keep himself from bursting out laughing. "You never know. I read something in one of those parenting magazines at the doctor's office where they made little socks wet, froze them, and gave them to babies as teething...things. We could do that!"

She rolled her eyes again. "Artie, they make teething rings and stuff for that. We are not freezing wet socks and letting our kids chew on them. They'll be babies, not dogs! And wait...parenting magazine?"

"But that would be a great cost-saver!" he said, sitting up. "I mean...we could buy the socks, use them for that, and then wash them and the kids could wear them! Multipurpose socks!" he said, completely ignoring her question about the parenting magazines. He didn't want her to think he was obsessing over them having a baby.

"Only you would think this is a great idea," she said, leaning over and pushing him back into his pillow. "And, as much as I think you're adorable and I know you think this is awesome...I'm going to have to pull the mommy card and say no."

"The mommy card?" he asked, grinning up at her as she hovered over him. "Does that mean something, or are you just saying that?" he asked, looking up at her.

She grinned. "I wasn't going to tell you until I'd been to the doctor, but Artie...I think I'm pregnant."

He stared at her. "You're...I'm...we're..." he trailed off.

She nodded, biting her lip and grinning at him.

He grinned back. "Life? Complete."

A/N: QUARTIE FICATHON NOW IN PROGRESS! All the fics that have been posted so far are AMAZING, and anyone reading this should go read them all!

Or...better yet...join us and write some! Details can be found in the Quinn/Artie Forum, or you can PM me!